Not Enough Bullets: or "We Kuykendall’d um"

These are hunting stories about a time in Texas when the ranches were big and rough and the men that hunted on them were the same.There were few roads and no deer stands. Wild game feeders and high fences did not exist. No one knew what a jeep was until after the Great War and no one ever heard of a hunting lease. You walked all day with nothing to eat and drank water out of the creek if there was one. You sat on the damp ground or crawled up in the tree and hung your leg over a branch until the cramp got so bad you had to get down. When you killed something you field-dressed it and marked the spot so you or a ranchhand could find it later. Some of the ways we hunted were unorthodox and that’s just the way it was.